The clouds are like fire, pink vibrant fire. Looking out on Bangalore I couldn't be more grateful for this 30 minutes of peaceful time where it is just me and the sunset. I can hear the call to prayer from all around me, the mosques calling out to their devotees. Then all is quiet. The clouds grow blue, softer, then dark. The city lights begin to wake, illuminating like stars one at a time. I already miss the soft sun, as it fades behind the clouds. It must move on to light another sunrise, and I shall wait sleeping soundly until it's gentle rays tickle my skin awake tomorrow morning.
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